Lois Returns The Favor

Lois Lane bit her lip. She hadn't had a dick long, and already she could tell why men loved to get their cocks sucked. When Connor raised his blue eyes to look at her, while his lips were on the reporter's dick.

"On the bed," she said, her voice thick. "Right now."

With a wet slurp, and a last **** lick, Superboy obeyed. He took off his clothes as he walked over to the bed...and Lois admired the muscles on that broad back and shoulders. The tell-tale scars beneath the pecs where his breasts had been removed. Every inch a man...except down between his legs, where a tangle of dark pubic hair couldn't conceal the swollen lips.

The dickgirl reporter walked slowly toward the bed as Connor sat down, naked, on the edge of it. She could see his nervousness...and his desire. Pink cheeks. Eyes darting back and forth, as though afraid to look at her dick.

"Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Lois asked.

"M-movies and stuff," Connor said, cheeks burning brighter. The puffy pink nipples on the super-trans' chest were unusually large, especially now that they were hard and swollen. "And I practice...with a dildo."

"Oh? So you never offered to go down on one of your friends?" Lois pressed her palms against Superboy's shoulders and pressed him gently back against the bed.

"No...I wouldn't dare. I mean they don't, they don't know that I...I'm..."

"Maybe you should ask. Young men that age, they tend to like that kind of attention."

Lois lowered her head between his thighs. Breathed in his scent. The pussy was a damp line amid the dark forest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's...it's kind of hard to shave. Superman showed me how he does it with his heat vision, but I was...I was always afraid to try it. And I couldn't bring myself to ask Supergirl..."

With her thumbs, Lois spread the labia. The dark line split into a pinky diamond. Everything looked pretty much human standard...it was a little wet. But it could be wetter.

The reporter stuck out her tongue, the tip hitting the very bottom of that pink quadrangle. It was hot...for a moment Lois thought she had burned the tip of her tongue...but then she pressed forward, running her tongue all up inside the hot pink cleft...and Connor shut up as, for the first time in his life, someone started to lick his pussy.

Cunnilingus was not exactly a skill Lois had honed over years. Yet like Connor, Lois had done a bit of practice. Cut a grapefruit in half and lick...slurp...suck down the juices. Run your tongue up in the soft, yielding flesh. It was an imperfect model. Nothing could ever stand up to the real thing...and Lois could never bring herself to buy a pocket pussy or anything like that.

Connor didn't seem to mind. Not when the reporter's lips sucked at the little protuberant clit. When her tongue flicked around and around the rim of his vagina, nestled in those hot little folds. Or when she pulled his labia farther apart, so she could bury more of her face in there, the, spitting and slurping, getting it nice and juicy and wet...

The super-trans shuddered. Shook. Lois could hear his breathing quicken. As she flicked her tongue faster and faster, his thighs quaked, buttocks clenched...and Lois wondered how he masturbated, who he thought of when he touched himself...and then there was a series of sharp gasps, and Lois Lane knew it was time.

She stood up, cock throbbing, almost ready to explode. Placed her swollen purple helmet against Superboy's bitchhole.

"Baby time," Lois said, the clone's pussy juices dripping from her lips.